Dreaming Again

I keep having dreams that won't leave me be. You are just standing there behind me. You aren't who you have always been. You are someone new. I see your face, hear your voice, and you are familiar to me. It is almost as if my subconscious wants to play tricks on me. It makes me think that I want you, even though I have said that I don't. Each time though you are different. I am surrounding myself in the people I know. I really don't know you enough though. You are still a mystery to me. One day I see you, and you call me beautiful. When you stand behind me, I feel the closeness of your body against mine. I can't breathe. I want to find air within you. I turn my head half way and feel your face against my shoulder, my chin, my cheek. You wrap your arms around my waist and I find myself gasping for more air. I can't breathe again. You aren't the one I fall for...but how I wish I could feel the warmth of your being and the sweet kisses from your lips. They taunt me. They speak to me, words of one before me. You smile at me and my heart turns soft. I know that in a second, without a thought of hesitation, I'd surrender to this fall. I'd never ask more of you. I know we live seperate lives. But the thought crosses my mind daily. What would it be like to whisper in your ear, while in your embrace. To resist not those sweet lips that speak volumes of knowledge. To tell you to take me, even just once. To tell you of the desire that runs through my vains. I shudder with excitement at the thought of your caress. The feeling of your slender fingers down my spine. I whisper once more your name. It's too much. I am weak. I am frail. I am broken. Behold it is only a dream. I fail to fathom it's entirety. Onward I march, left to be dreaming again.